Before it had a name ~~

The Silence After the Ride ~~

The night air still carried the warmth of the city when Aditi finally parked the bike outside her house.

She removed her helmet slowly. Her hair fell over her shoulders, slightly messy from the wind. She wore a soft pastel yellow kurti with delicate white embroidery near the neckline, paired with straight white pants. Simple. Elegant. Very her.

Behind her, Dr. Nidhi Kapoor removed her helmet too.

Black blazer gone. Now she wore a deep blue cotton kurta with silver detailing near the sleeves. Professional, but softer than the woman Aditi had first seen in that conference room.

For a moment, neither spoke.

Just silence.

Not awkward.

Just… heavy.

“Okay… so… goodnight?” Aditi finally said, attempting a casual tone.

Nidhi nodded. “Goodnight.”

But neither moved.

Their eyes met again.

That same strange pull.

That same unspoken something.

Aditi cleared her throat lightly. “Drive safe.”

“You already dropped me,” Nidhi replied softly.

They both almost smiled.

And then Nidhi walked toward her gate.

But something stayed behind.

Aditi’s Home

Inside the house, the familiar smell of tadka filled the air.

Her mother was in the kitchen, wearing a bright red saree, bangles softly clinking as she stirred dal.

“Beta aa gayi?” her mom called out.

“Haan maa.”

Pooja and Priya were sitting on the floor in the living room, half-eating, half-gossiping.

Pooja looked up immediately. “Ohooo. Someone looks… distracted.”

Priya grinned. “Conference room ya kuch aur conference?”

Aditi rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

But she couldn’t hide it.

She sat down for dinner. Steel plates. Hot rotis. Ghee. That comfort only Indian homes understand.

Her father looked at her carefully. “Meeting kaisi thi?”

“Good,” she said.

Too quickly.

Pooja leaned forward. “Sirf good?”

Aditi took a sip of water to avoid answering.

Why was her heartbeat still uneven?

Why was she remembering Nidhi’s eyes?

Why did that handshake feel like something more?

She had met hundreds of people before. Professionals. Teachers. Parents. Strangers.

Nothing like this had ever happened.

Not in two meetings.

Not like this.

Meanwhile — At The Kapoor House

Nidhi entered her home quietly.

The Kapoor house was modern, minimalistic. Soft white lighting, glass decor, framed awards.

Neel Kapoor was sprawled on the couch, laptop open, hoodie on, glasses slightly tilted.

He looked up. “Ah. Dr. Serious returns.”

“Shut up, Neel.”

He smirked. “Meeting kaisa tha?”

“Professional.”

“Hmm.”

That hmm carried suspicion.

Neel stood up dramatically. “Professional doesn’t make my sister look like she just lost a debate with her own heart.”

Nidhi glared at him. “Stop being dramatic.”

But she walked to her room quickly.

Closed the door.

Sat on her bed.

And exhaled.

Why was she thinking about Aditi’s smile?

Why did she feel… restless?

Jealous.

Yes.

That word scared her.

Jealous of what?

She barely knew her.

Two meetings.

Just two.

First time — only glances.

Second time — just a conversation and a bike ride.

Then why did the thought of Aditi laughing with someone else feel uncomfortable?

“Ridiculous,” Nidhi whispered to herself.

She had always been composed.

Logical.

Controlled.

This wasn’t her.

The Press Conference

Two days later.

Neel Kapoor’s tech foundation was hosting a press conference.

He wore a charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt, no tie — confident, slightly rebellious CEO energy.

The hall buzzed with cameras and media.

And that’s when he noticed her.

Pooja.

Aditi’s best friend.

She stood near the press section wearing a lavender kurti with silver jhumkas, hair tied in a neat low bun.

She wasn’t looking at him.

She was arguing with a journalist about something technical.

Neel smiled slightly.

Confident women were dangerous.

He approached.

“You seem very passionate.”

Pooja turned. “Excuse me?”

“I’m Neel.”

“I know,” she replied calmly. “Your name is literally on the banner behind you.”

Neel laughed.

Sharp.

Smart.

Interesting.

“And you are?”

“Someone who doesn’t get impressed easily.”

“Oh, challenge accepted.”

She rolled her eyes. But she didn’t walk away.

And just like that… another story quietly began.

Teasing Begins

Later that evening, priya met Nidhi during a casual school follow-up visit.

Priya crossed her arms playfully. “So… doctor sahiba… bike rides with my sister?”

Nidhi blinked. “It was just transportation.”

“Sure,” Simran grinned. “And I’m the Prime Minister.”

Nidhi tried to stay calm. “Your sister is… different.”

Priya’s smile softened.

“She is.”

Then she leaned closer. “Be careful with her. She feels deeply.”

That line stayed with Nidhi.

At Aditi’s House

Priya and Pooja were teasing Aditi mercilessly.

Pooja flopped on the bed dramatically. “You’re glowing. This is suspicious.”

Priya added, “Di, do meetings mein hi aisa haal? Imagine third meeting.”

Aditi threw a pillow at them.

“Nothing is happening!”

But her voice cracked slightly.

After everyone slept, she lay awake staring at the ceiling.

Why did Nidhi’s silence feel louder than words?

Why did she wait for her phone to light up?

Why did she hope…

Just hope…

At The Same Time

Nidhi stared at her phone.

Typing.

Deleting.

Typing again.

Finally—

Nidhi: “Reached home safe?”

Two minutes passed.

Five.

Ten.

Her heart shouldn’t beat this fast.

Then—

Aditi: “Yes. You?”

Nidhi smiled unconsciously.

“Hmm. Yes.”

Pause.

Then—

Aditi: “Goodnight, Dr. Nidhi.”

There it was again.

That softness.

Nidhi hesitated… then typed—

“Goodnight, Aditi.”

Pause.

Then she added—

“Drive safe next time.”

Three dots appeared immediately.

Aditi: “Only if you sit behind.”

Silence.

Breath held.

Nidhi stared at the message.

Jealousy.

Excitement.

Fear.

Why did it matter who else sat behind her?

Why did that thought hurt?

She whispered softly into the dark—

“What is happening to me?”

Ending Scene

In two different rooms.

Under two different ceilings.

They both lay awake.

Thinking of each other.

Neither understanding why.

It wasn’t love.

Not yet.

It was confusion.

It was jealousy without ownership.

It was longing without permission.

And somewhere in the quiet night…

Something had already begun.

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